Page 13 of First Comes Love… Then Denial

"I'm so sorry." My apology flew out of my mouth.

I released my hold of his waist and turned to leave; however, Zane held onto me. I looked up just as he was lowering his head down toward mine.

His soft lips pressed against mine sent waves of electricity throughout my body. When he held the back of my neck and his tongue slipped between my lips, I moaned into his mouth.

His hold on my neck and waist were firm but his kiss was gentle and passionate. My knees weakened causing me to wrap my arms around his waist to keep myself upright.

Zane nipped my bottom lip and I nearly came unglued. My nails raked down his back causing him to moan and grab my ass firmly.

"Zane," I whimpered.

"What do you need, beautiful?" He asked, kissing my neck.

My eyes closed as he continued kissing down the length of my neck. When he reached the crook of my neck, his kisses turned to sucks against my skin.

"Zane," I moaned. My nails digging in to his back through his shirt.

"Does all of you taste like heaven, Candice?" he asked, standing tall and looking down at me.

Pressed between us was his hard-on. I found myself biting my bottom lip as I wondered what his cock looked like and how it would feel buried deep inside me.

My thighs were already slick with my wetness but knowing his dick was hard because of me made my pussy throb and wetter.

"Candice?" Zane asked huskily, bringing my attention back to him.

"Hmm?"

"Can I have my desert?"

"And what dessert would you like, Zane?" My words were soft, teasing and coated in seduction.

"This…" He reached between us and grabbed my pussy. My back arched, pressing my body closer against his. "So responsive. Let's see how you respond to my tongue."

Without another word, he picked me up with his hands gripping my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep from falling. Zane walked across the deck and inside the yacht with me holding on tightly to him.

He didn't say a word as he continued through the inside of the yacht. I never bothered looking around. My eyes were on him.

Determination was etched on his face. I couldn't help but grin.

"Enjoy seeing me suffer, Candice?" Zane asked, glancing at me and opening a door.

"Maybe," I giggled.

He took a few steps into the room, and then suddenly his touch disappeared. He had tossed me into the air, catching me off guard. I didn't have time to panic because my body soon landed on something soft… a bed.

Zane approached the bed with a wicked smile across his face.

"You look like a big bad wolf," I laughed. My laughter stopped when he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

The man was built like a God. He had my ideal body type. He wasn't chiseled like a muscle builder or overweight. His chest was tone and his stomach had just enough meat on it to where I could hold on to him as I rode him.

"Wow," I whispered, looking him over. His nipples were pierced. Asian style tattoos covered his torso. The man was a walking orgasm for me.

"Idon't work out as much as I should," he said, looking down at his body briefly then back at me.

"Your body is perfect."

"Oh, yeah?" He chuckled.

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